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"You've done all the work, haven't you?"

Rose nodded and passed down the pile of paper she had been assigned to do during the day to the Head teacher. They advised her not to come in to school, but she wanted to. Though they made her stay in the Head teacher's office throughout the day, Jane visited her at lunch, but secretly, she wasn't allowed to see anyone.

Rose hated how alienated they were making her feel, she felt as if she had some sort of contagious infection, no one dared to look at her when she walked down the corridors to the toilets, they nudged their friends and pointed at her, but never spoke to her.

The school day had just finished, and someone was going to collect her and take her back to the care home. Her sister had arranged the funeral already, and it was planned to take place on Saturday. All the rich people of Gotham were attending it, and anyone who knew well would try to sneak a peak through the gates. Rose didn't want anyone she didn't know attending it, but obviously she hadn't a say in the matter.

"Brilliant, well, you'll just have to wait for someone to- Mr. Wayne? Is there something you need?"

Rose looked around the Head teacher and saw Damian standing there with a neutral look on his face.

"I'm here to collect Jacobs, haven't you been told?"

Rose raised an eyebrow. This was new news to her.

"No, I haven't. Is she going home with you?"

"Yes, she will be for the rest of the week."

The Head teacher stood there for a moment, staring at Damian, and Damian stared at him back, he had a tendency to make the teachers feel stupid.

"Very well then, Rose you'll be here tomorrow morning, same thing, same time, alright?"

Rose nodded and slung her back over her shoulder, following Damian out of the school gates to a long black car. They were silent throughout the journey to the Manor; she didn't know what to say. She half expected him to say something along the lines of "I'm sorry for your lose," but knew it wasn't likely.

Finally, she looked up to him.

"The care home doesn't know I'm coming home with you, do they?"

Damian tutted, "of course they don't."

She frowned. "They why am I coming home with you?"

Damian looked away from her out the window. He didn't answer for a while and Rose was about to give up when he turned to face her.

"Because I wanted you to."

Rose rolled her eyes. "So because you wanted me to, I have to," she mumbled.

"So you'd rather be in the orphanage?"

"Well, no-

"Exactly. I'm doing you a favour taking you to my home."

Rose bit her lip and looked down. "I just want to go to my home."

"You know that isn't possible."

Rose looked away and leaned her forward on the window, feeling a tear run down her cheek. That was a rather insensitive thing for him to say.

"Maybe I did want to go back to the orphanage?" She snapped her head to him, voice quivering. "I do have friends there."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Colin, Kayla, Peter-

"Colin? Colin who?"

Her head racked to remember his last name, then an image of his photo from the notice board flash before her eyes.

"Colin Wilkes."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "I did not know you were at St. Aidan's."

"Why would you know?"

"Because Colin is a friend of mine."

Her jaw dropped. "What?!"

"Why is this surprising?"

Rose faced forward again and crossed her arms. "How do you know him?" She didn't care if she sounded demanding, he was, after all, basically kidnapping her, he owed her at least something.

"That is not relevant."

"But I want to know," she raised her eyebrows and smirked. Take that, Wayne.

He sighed. "When we were 10 we met by accident, happy?"

Rose thought about it. "No."

Damian shrugged. "That's all you're getting."

The car stopped and she hopped out the car, walking behind Damian to the front door. Alfred greeted them and told them dinner would be ready shortly. Damian left her standing there and went down a hall she hadn't ever noticed and Rose shrugged, going up to the room she had stayed in the night before.

She dropped her bag and got her sketch pad and sketch pencils out; she opened the big book and started to draw her house on fire from that night. The memory was still fresh in her mind, and as she drew, they came rushing back to her.

She then drew her father on the stretcher, his body limp and burns visible, her mother screaming, her face was terrifying, her moth wide open, eyes wide with fear, tears streaming down her face, then she drew her sister crying, Lily's eyes were full of pain, her hand covering her moth.

She let out a deep breath and left the drawings on the table, smelling the food from downstairs. She made her way to the kitchen and realised she was early, only Alfred was present.

"Hello, Miss Jacobs, dinner will be ready in 10 minutes."

"Would you like some help setting the table?" She needed something to do, otherwise she though she'd go crazy.

"Why yes, actually, my thanks," Alfred handed her some plates and Rose put them on the table, doing the same with the cups and cutlery.

Bruce wandered into the kitchen and breathed in. "Smells good, Al! What is it?"

"Sunday roast on a Monday, Sir," Alfred replied.

Rose laughed and Bruce did too. "Brilliant."

Rose sat down at the table, Bruce suddenly realised she was standing there and turned to her.

"Oh- hey Rose, how are you?"

"Fine," she nodded.

He crossed his arms, something that reminded her of Damian, and sat opposite her.

"I know you're not, listen Rose, if you ever need anything, someone to listen to you, or a shoulder to lean on, we're here for you, I'm sure Damian won't mind," he chuckled and patter her shoulder.

Rose felt the corners of her mouth tremble and she squeaked out a 'thank you.'

Suddenly, loud voices started shouting outside the kitchen and Bruce rubbed his temple.

"Damian likes Rose!"

"Drake! Silence!"

"Why? Is Damian embar-

"I will rip your eyes out if you-

"T-t, no you won't-

"Do not underestimate me-

"Then what are you waiting for-?

Damian growled and a loud thump echoed through the house.

Bruce jumped from his seat and yelled at them.

"Enough! Damian, let go of his neck! Tim, stop scratching his face!"

Rose's eyes widened. She was glad she couldn't see what was going on.

The boys sulked in with a frustrated looking Bruce behind them. Rose kept her head down, blushing. Did Damian actually like me? Suddenly, her stomach fluttered and she felt giddy.

Alfred placed the food onto the table and everyone helped them selves.

Rose never looked up from her food, though she could feel Damian's gaze on her and Tim smirking at the corner of her eye.

"How was school, Damian?" Bruce asked him, wiping his hands on a tissue.

Damian's eyes left Rose and turned to his father. "Fine."

"And you went to school, Rose?"

"Yes, but they told me to stay in the Head teacher's office for the whole day," she replied.

Bruce raised his eyebrows and Tim choked. "What!?"

"Yes! That was my exact reaction! It is absolutely ridiculous!" Damian exclaimed.

"Do you mind staying there?" Bruce asked.

"Well, no but..."

"You feel lonely." Bruce finished off her sentence.

"Yes."

"Well, that's no good, I'll be talking to the school about that," Bruce washed his hands on the subject and Rose nodded.

After dinner Damian rushed off but Rose quickly caught up to him, holding onto his arm.

"Damian, I was wondering if you could...I need some help with the math homework," she said, hoping he wouldn't make a rude comment.

He looked at her hand that was holding onto his and shook it off.

"I'm sorry, but I need to go somewhere with Bruce, I'm sure Alfred could help."

Rose froze and suddenly felt embarrassed; she looked down and nodded, licking her lips.

"Oh, okay. See you then."

Damian nodded and quickly rushed through a small door down a flight of stairs.

Rose stood there and wiped away a stray tear; she didn't know why she was upset, she should have expected that as an answer.

Slowly, she walked up the stairs, alone, and sat down on the bed, with her drawings still on the desk, she didn't want to be here, or at the care home, she wanted to be home. She missed her father, she missed her sister- heck, she even missed her mother.

She didn't know what to do, so naturally, she slipped her jumped off and got under the covers, trying to go to sleep.

Nightmares clouded her mind, screaming, yelling, crying, memories from the summer came rushing back to her, she woke up panting and sweating and ripped her blouse off, looking at the ugly scar on her back which started from the middle of her back to the bottom of her neck. She touched it and her bottom lip trembled. She remembered flicking through their family album that summer's evening, her mother screaming and snatching the book out of her hand, Rose stumbled to get up, turning to leave, but not before Katrina had grabbed a kitchen knife and threw it with surprisingly good precision straight to her back, and Rose fell to the ground, withering in pain. Katrina had fainted right after that and they had both woken up in hospitals, Rose in the general one, Katrina at Arkham.

Rose quickly put her blouse back on, not wanting to see it any longer and looked at the time. It had just gone 8, and it didn't look as if Bruce or Damian were back.

She frowned and went down the stairs.

"Miss Jacobs? Are you there?"

"Yes Alfred, by the stairs," Rose said to the butler.

Alfred quickly handed Rose her blazer and slipped on his shoes.

"I'm afraid someone has broken in the orphanage, I heard it on the radio just now, we must hurry," Rose was shocked, but quickly ran put her shoes on and followed Alfred to the car.

Alfred drove fast, and before she knew it she was in front of St. Aidan's, all the children were outside, and the Sisters cradling the little ones, trying to calm them down. The police were there too, and by the looks of the Batmobile, so was the Dynamic Duo.

Rose got out the car and ran to Colin.

"What happening?" She asked him.

John ran up to her and she scooped him in her arms. He hid his face in her neck and sucked his thumb.

"I don't know, one minute we were all having dinner, the next the alarm went off and everyone had to go outside, the police got here a second later, told us there was a burglary, but only one room was touched."

"Who's?" Rose thought she already knew the answer.

Colin look to her and frowned. "Yours."

...

Her room was completely trashed, her clothes out the cupboards, books chucked off the shelf, the bed cover was ripped from the bed and there was a crack in the wood of the desk. Batman and Robin were working away, getting fingerprints, and talking to each other in hushed voices.

Lily was there too, too shocked to speak. Rose was glad all her drawings were at Wayne Manor, and suddenly realised how lucky she was to have Damian be selfish that day, if he hadn't brought her to his home, she would definitely have gotten hurt.

"Well? Got anything?" Lily asked the caped crusaders.

Robin frowned at some sort of gadget in his hand and Batman nodded. "Yes, a few fingerprints, we'll be analysing this, and when we think we've got a proper suspect, we will inform you both."

Rose wasn't listening, but looking closely at Robin, she was very close to him, they only stood about half an inch away from each other. He was looking at the gadget in his hand carefully, not paying attention to Rose, but she was looking carefully at his face, she wanted to take a look at his eyes.

Suddenly, his head snapped up, she could see his eyes and Rose gasped. His eyes flashed blue, a striking blue, a blue she would have recognised anywhere, with or without her photogenic memory, and they both froze. Robin went stiff. Rose's mouth was wide open.

She turned to Batman, her mouth still open, and suddenly everything made sense. Damian hadn't brought her there because he wanted to, but because he probably knew something like this was going to happen, and he wanted to protect her, and when he said he couldn't help her with her math homework, he needed to make his way here, everything made sense to her now.

Then she realised it was Damian who had saved her from those men that night, and she blushed furiously- it was Damian she had kissed on the cheek!

If Robin was Damian, that only meant that Batman was Bruce.

She looked at Robin again and saw him looking at her too, she could his eyes squinting, and all she wanted to do was rip the hood of from his head and that mask too.

He looked over to Lily and Batman, then back to Rose and discreetly put a finger to his lips. Rose nodded and crossed her arms, she was slightly annoyed that he hadn't told her, but realised she shouldn't be thinking that selfishly, telling her that he was Robin is definitely one hell of a secret.

"Rose? You coming?"

Rose turned to Lily, "my stuff are at Wayne Manor, can I just stay there tonight?"

Truthfully, Rose wanted to talk to Damian, but she didn't want to make Lily feel rejected.

"Yes, of course, just...call me, alright?" Lily smiled and Rose hugged her sister tight. "Love you, petal," Lily whispered into her ear and Rose kissed her cheek.

Lily turned to leave and Rose raised an eyebrow at Robin- no, at Damian.

"Is it really you?" She whispered to him.

He nodded quickly. "We have to go, Alfred is downstairs waiting for you, we'll talk about what happened here later."

Rose nodded and they both jumped swiftly out of the window. Rose hurriedly put some of her clothes, underwear etc into a bag and ran down the stairs and out the door to Alfred, ignoring everyone around her.

"Miss Jacobs, are you alright?" Alfred asked her.

"Yes, I'm fine, may we depart now?"

Alfred nodded and opened the door to the car for her. She jumped in and bit her lip, almost excited to get back to the manor.

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